Second Brother was stunned. Zhou Yu’s words were... not interested in any of them?
The few girls who danced were already the most beautiful. They were also good girls with clean backgrounds. They even had feelings for him, but this person was rather dull.
Second Brother lowered his head and looked at Zhou Yu, who was half-lying on the Tiger Chair. He was holding a wine glass and was casually indulging himself. Occasionally, his handsome eyes would lift up, and it was indescribably dull.
What should he do?
Third brother was a smart person. He patted Xuan Yingluo’s shoulder and laughed loudly. “Little Four, today is Big Brother’s 30th birthday. Why Don’t you go up and dance for Big Brother?”
Xuan Yingluo was now disguised as a man. She was a fake boy, but third brother actually wanted her to go up and dance?
Xuan Yingluo glanced at third brother. Third brother blinked crazily, looking pleased and excited.
Xuan Yingluo felt helpless in her heart, but there was also a faint warmth flowing through her. She had come under orders and was different from the people here in the end. However, her second brother, third brother, and... Zhou Yu treated her very well. They usually joked around and treated her as a friend, they were also family.
All the guests present turned their gazes to Xuan Yingluo. Their boss usually brought little four by his side and never left him. Compared to strong men like them, this little four was really feminine, everyone looked at Xuan Yingluo’s lips. They were red and moist. They were even better looking than these dancing and lipstick-wearing girls.
Soon, someone laughed, “Master four, since the boss usually treats you so well, it shows that you must be extraordinary. I see that many men sing and dance without women. Master Four, can you show us your skills too? That way, we’ll know how you managed to bewitch the boss. hahahaha.”
These were all Zhou Yu’s subordinates. After drinking some wine, there were quite a few rumors about Zhou Yu and little four. So now, everyone went on stage with red necks and ordered Xuan Yingluo to watch the show by themselves.
Xuan Yingluo raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Yu, who was sitting in the main seat. Zhou Yu’s posture did not change, but his ink-stained eyes were also looking at him.
Everyone teased him, but he did not help her out.
If it was any other time, he would have scolded everyone. When he brought her back, he knew that she had a cold personality and did not like to socialize with others.
Now, Zhou Yu was looking at her with a wine glass in his hand. The corner of his beautiful lips curved into a shallow arc. He was a handsome man of 30 years old, a lone wolf from the north. He had reached his current high position and held great power. He could be said to be quite charming.
Zhou Yu did not move. He was still half-lying on the Tiger Chair, but the wine cup in his hand had already stopped moving. His pair of dark eyes were fixed on Xuan Yingluo, unable to move an inch.
At this moment, the climax had ended. The sound of the zither gradually came to an end. Xuan Yingluo gracefully approached. Following the last note, the sword in her hand also pressed against Zhou Yu’s protruding Adam’s apple.
Zhou Yu’s handsome and cold features did not show any emotions. His sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised. His two slender fingers clamped on the tip of the sword and slightly bent it. Xuan Yingluo felt her palm go numb, “Clang!”The sword had already left her hand and fell to the ground.
Xuan Yingluo smiled faintly. “Big Brother, Happy Birthday.”
She wanted to turn around and sit down, but at that moment, a large palm reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. With a tug, Xuan Yingluo fell straight into a pair of strong chests.
She was greeted by an unfamiliar and clear masculine aura. It carried a strong hormone that made one’s face flush and heart beat faster. It was extremely oppressive.
Xuan Yingluo looked up. Her watery eyes met with a pair of deep, dark eyes. She was already in Zhou Yu’s embrace.
“Big Brother, let go.”
Zhou Yu did not let go. His large palm was still holding onto her wrist. His rough palm covered with a thick layer of calluses rubbed against her delicate wrist muscles. Zhou Yu curled his lips. His eyes were so dark that one could not see the bottom, “Little Four, your skin is really... slippery.”
Xuan Mayo pulled back her wrist forcefully, wanting to get up.
However, she could not get up. Zhou Yu had no intention of letting her go. His small jaw tightened, and his fingers had already pinched her. “Little four, we’ve been together for so long, but I still don’t know your name. How Old Are you this year?”
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Even more.